Time's losses, at times, seem strange and mean,
Gains seem rarely to ever occur, but to keep the balance,
they must. Friends fade with no prior hint. Parents die
as they are meant to do. New children fill the roster
but can never fully fill the empty spaces left by some.
There is a shawl of lace tatted of lives once led.
November 4, 2013
Maurine R. Donnelly
One of the things I treasure is your book of poems and essays,
Maurine, --I can read them and always have you near me.